06-09-2006, 05:36 AM
*echos of dark and sinister Laughter can be heard though the halls of Seit's Domain,as the sick and twisted Dead King Reformed his self in mid air.the darknees the filled the air formed a sword in Seit's hand and the Dark arches form them selfs into Wings.Seit's Face morphs into a more Demonic Form,as he looks at Chaos Flame.*
Seit:......hmm....finish me off?.....sorry.....i dont think so.
Seit:......hmm....finish me off?.....sorry.....i dont think so.